There’s poesy in naught but sun and grace,
E’en in the striving, e’en o’er still waves,
On glassy pools and words of pallid hues;
There’s poesy, too, in the tears I eschew.
Fronds: “Poesy”
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There’s poesy in naught but sun and grace,
E’en in the striving, e’en o’er still waves,
On glassy pools and words of pallid hues;
There’s poesy, too, in the tears I eschew.
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